Today there is a lot to celebrate
To begin with, this is my 100th post! Kinda surprised I got here, but I did, and I am pretty darn happy about it.
Secondly, there is my new blog look. It’s not quite finished yet, so you can expect to see a few more changes over the next few days, but I’m pretty happy with it.
For now at least.
I’ll probably get bored with it again in a few months time.
Thirdly it’s fathers day, which always comes hot on the heels of our wedding anniversary. Yesterday boatman and I celebrated 6 years of more or less wedded bliss, and we marked the occasion by going out to one of those fancy restaurants where they put the napkin on your lap, and the bill in a little black folder. (Which is a huge step up from KFC I can assure you.)
So instead of doing my planned, 100th post, I have decided to instead dedicate this one to Boatman, who has been wonderfully patient and supportive of my sometimes incessant compulsion to blog.l thought that I could title it 100 things I love about Boatman, but then realised that I’m probably the only person on the web who would find that interesting, so decided against it.
But this post by Musings of Mama Grace got me thinking.
When I first met Boatman, he was just the hot guy from the bank who was completely obsessed by fishing. (Which I, growing up as a child, absolutely hated by the way!)
He had no real plans of ever getting married or settling down to raise a family. Instead he was saving up so he could buy an island where he could live in a caravan with a dog and spend his days fishing.
I really have no idea what it was that attracted him to me, a single mother, ( I suspect it may have been due to the fact that the first time we met, I was swinging on the swing at the park, whist my shorts slid down at the back and revealed a good portion of my buttcrack. That’s one way to get a guys attention!), but for whatever reason he hung around, and decided that perhaps I was worth trading in an island for.
Seven and a half years after that initial introduction, here we are; four kids and six wedding anniversaries later. Boatman no longer has the option of an isolated island (though I dare say he probably dreams of it from time to time), but instead he works long hours in a job he hates, for a family he loves. He sacrifices weekend fishing trips (not every weekend), for mowing the lawns and cleaning the pool. He has substituted peace, and quiet and financial freedom for noise, nagging and a wife who loves to shop.
His life is not what he planned.
And yet it is more than I could have dreamed.
He is a wonderful father. Caring and compassionate, yet firm when it’s needed.
He is an awesome husband. He never holds me back; he always encourages me and pushes me forward. He spoils me rotten every birthday/Christmas/mothers day.
He is my best friend, without a doubt.
The best days, are the days with him.
The best times are the times with him.
And despite the fact that he has fallen asleep on my lap write now, and is making writing this extremely difficult, I couldn’t imagine life without him.
This may not be the life he planned, but it is the life he chose. And for that I am thankful every single day.
Even the days (like today) when he makes me go fishing.
Happy fathers day Boatman. And Happy Anniversary too. Thanks for walking this road with me. I can’t wait for the rest of the journey.